Chained (Brides of the Kindred) by Evangeline Anderson Read Free Book Online Page B

groaned as she added more
water and rubbed him even harder. “Gods, your touch is amazing. Your sweet
little hands…”
    “That’s enough!” Maggie stopped abruptly.
“You’re all clean now,” she went on, when he looked up at her uncertainly.
“You…you should be able to get it up. I mean, get up,” she amended
hastily, her cheeks burning. God, how was she going to explain this to Donald?
What would he say when he knew what she had been up to?
    This wasn’t part of
the plan, she thought wildly. None
of this was. I was just supposed to get the documents and go back to the ship. So
how had she ended up kneeling on the floor, jerking off a man she’d never seen
before except in her dreams?
    Maggie had no idea but she did know
somehow that this wasn’t over yet.

 
    * * * * *
    He looked up at her, her adorably flushed
cheeks and her tousled curls. Her oculars were slipping down her nose and he
could almost make out the color of her eyes. He wanted a closer look but
he sensed she wouldn’t be up for that right now.
    Gods, her little hands had felt good on
him! So soft and gentle and tentative but strong too, when they needed to be.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched in such a way. Mostly all
the females that had been sent to him while he was still fighting were for breeding
purposes only—none of them stayed long enough to form much of an attachment.
    But this little one—the girl of his
dreams—wasn’t hardened or jaded like the females he’d been with in the past.
She was innocent and sweet yet very brave. Touching him embarrassed the hell
out of her but she'd done it anyway, because she knew it was the only way to
help him. If only she’d helped him a little longer, he was certain he would
have lost control completely.
    Maybe it’s better she
stopped when she did , he thought darkly.
    Wincing, he put his fingertips to his
throat, where the black leather inhibitor had been for so many years. What
would he be like without it? He only dimly remembered the incident which had
prompted his master to make him wear it in the first place but it hadn’t been
pretty. He had never been allowed to take it off—not even in the arena when he
fought at the Blood Circuit. He would never hurt this sweet, shy girl who had
saved him—not on purpose, anyway. But without the inhibitor, he wasn’t sure
what the hell he might do.
    Well, the first thing
to do is get out of here before Pope’nose shows up. True enough, and if his rescuer was really as innocent as
she seemed, she might need some rescuing of her own to get out.
    Shaking off the morbid thoughts, he rose
to his feet and held out a hand to her.
    “Come on.”
    She looked up at him uncertainly. “What,
you’re better? Just like that?”
    He shrugged. “You washed off the verium.
My strength is returning.”
    “Uh-huh.” She looked skeptical but allowed
him to help her to her feet.
    “Good.” He nodded. “Let’s go—you’re coming
with me.”
    “Wait a minute, go where?” she protested.
“I never said I would go anywhere with you. I…I don’t even know your name.”
    He sighed. “This isn’t the best time for
introductions but I was called Korexiroth during my time at the Blood Circuit.”
    “Ooookay,” she said slowly. “That’s quite
a mouthful.”
    “It means The Demon.” He watched her
closely, wanting to see if she was afraid of him. But though his fighting name
had struck terror in the hearts of countless opponents, she still showed no
fear. Brave little thing.
    “That’s…interesting,” she said at last.
“Maybe I could just call you Kor for short? Unless you go by something else
when you’re not in the, uh, Blood Circuit, whatever that is?”
    “Before I was The Demon, my master just
called me ‘slave.’” He shrugged. “I don’t have any other name.”
    “Kor it is,” she decided.
    “Kor it is,” he repeated gravely. He
wondered if she knew that the giving of a name constituted ownership. She